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#percy jackson and the last olympian
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percy and leo would sit at the top of slide and not let anyone go down (unless they gave them sweets)
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“Annabeth can be black because it doesn’t influence the story because her race was never important. Her being Black doesn’t change anything about her character.”
What if I said I disagree because Annabeth being Black adds so so much to her character and will probably be so good for young girls tuned into PJO. The whole thing about Black girls being forced to grow up to fast and then criticized in and outside of their community for doing so. That is literally Annabeth’s Chase’s story. She’s 12 and her new bff who is also 12 is having to teach her she’s allowed to be a child and she shouldn’t have to exchange achievements, strength, and authority respect to receive love from the people in her life.
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liesmultixxx · 15 days
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"I’ll probably get the whole thing wrong”
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Perseus Jackson, Hero of Olympus who could’ve been immortal
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Annabeth Chase, Official Architect of Olympus
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Grover Underwood, Lord of the Wild
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you can’t tell me percy didn’t do his very best to care for nico because he did. percy tried so hard to be there for nico after bianca’s death because he knew just how gut wrenching it could be to lose someone (sally’s “death”) and be so confused about who to blame, who to look to for comfort. he helped nico despite the storm of shit he was in and he was so sensitive to his plight even if it meant bearing nico’s angry accusations and hurtful words because he understood what shape grief could take, because he understood that nico was just a child.
but you know what?? percy was just a child, too. he was fourteen and shouldering the blame of bianca’s death, feeling so incredibly guilty about it and when nico blew up at him, he accepts it and lets himself be told he’s the reason for his sister’s demise and when nico leaves, he does his level best to keep nico’s parentage a secret because he can’t have this ten year old become the centre of a surely fatal prophecy, because he feels responsible for his safety. this–this forced maturity that percy had to acquire is such a huge failing of the adults around him and it hurts my heart to think this kid was at one time in his life completely okay with being blamed for causing someone’s death if it meant another kid could find some peace of mind.
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hyperfocuscentre · 9 months
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i think we can all agree that luke’s motives were right for his whole anti-gods rebellion but WHY THE ACTUAL FUCK did he choose the child chomper??
he saw this titan and his silly myths and went ‘i want that one’
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jakejeffreyperalta · 2 years
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this shit made me BAWL my eyes out when i was 11 like i was legitimately reduced to tears because of this (and still am, to an extent)
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luriuan · 4 months
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Imagine being Percy In last Olympian.
His partner in crime gets blown up and he lives but other guy doesn’t.
He finds out he’s destined to die painfully (or he thinks he is).
One of his closest friends calls him a coward
He trust some kid and then he gets turned into hades (hades. The same guy who sent a fury or all THREE after him and kidnapped his mother to use as a bargaining chip when he was twelve.) and then hes locked in a cell. He gets panicked and attacks the kid. (And also take care of him later and keep him out of danger.)
He gets forced to become a war general and leader at the rotting old age of 15, almost sixteen.
His best friend/crush gets stabbed for him and he blames himself.
There’s a traitor.
The traitor dies infront of him, the gf of the guy who died before.
He has to fight a war for the three days leading up to his birthday.
He has to fight Kronos.
He has to watch as the first person to truly welcome him to camp stabs himself and dies infront of him just mere seconds after he turns sixteen.
Sweet sixteen I guess.
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belpheg0r-luna · 3 months
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When zeus was saying "make sure i never see this one again" i was sitting in my corner snickering to myself and thinking of the last olympian and percy telling off all the gods for not paying child support. You wont be rid of that kid for a WHILE babez
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drysdalesworld · 2 months
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the sun & it’s shadow
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pairing: percy jackson x fem!nike!reader (platonic)
genre: fluff, angsty, & violence
word count: literally no clue. started to write it on here & was on a role & never transferred it to goggle docs
warning(s): NOT PROOF READ! (i will do it once i have time), mention of reader death (so sorry), timeskippy (first part takes place in the pjo show season 1 & the second takes place during the 5th book), mentions of sun!reader & shadow!percy, mentions of blood + traitor siblings + murder
note: i tried to make this poetic but very much failed at it so enjoy my attempt :) <3
The sun is many things. In realistic terms, it’s a glowing ball of gas in the middle of our solar system. In metaphorical terms, it is something that gives life and provides warmth for those on Earth. It’s a vital source of life that humans cannot live without. And for Percy Jackson, (Y/N) (L/N) was the sun.
She was one of the first people he met at Camp Half-Blood.
(Y/N) had been on her way to sit with her half-siblings when she noticed a petit blond boy sitting by himself during dinner. He had been left abandoned by the Hermes cabin as they did their nightly offerings to their godly parent. Occasionally, he’d stab his fork into whatever was on his plate and push it around, clearly disinterested in what was in front of him. (Y/N) quickly changed course and decided that she was going to sit with the lonely boy instead. Her siblings would see her later in the night anyway.
Percy felt her before he saw her, blue eyes darting up from the mashed and jumbled food in front of him to the figure approaching. The light hair on his eyebrow bone furrowed together in confusion at the sight. But before he could express his confusion, the girl opened her mouth and began to speak.
“Hi, I’m (Y/N). You must be Percy, right? I’d say it’s a pleasure to welcome you to Camp Half-Blood, but it never really is. Especially on your first day”.
The young boy let out a small snort at her saying, a small, but genuine, smile painting his lips.
“Nice to meet you, (Y/N)”.
During the entirety of their conversation, Percy swore he could see literal light shine from the body of the daughter of Nike. Maybe even a little more whenever she smiled. She produced such a warm and comforting aura that Percy found himself seeking solace in her presence nearly every day. She was a comfort that was not being provided anywhere else at Camp Half-Blood. He truly believed that she was a literal interpretation of the sun, even from the first moment he saw her.
He often bugged Luke about her. Requesting that she be the one to show him around and show him how to properly fight. Albeit Luke being basically the best option of being Percy’s mentor, the boy only wanted the sun. He used the excuse of her being the literal daughter of Nike, Goddess of Victory. She surely had to have better, if not as good, swordskills as Luke. The elder son of Hermes eventually gave in, only for a week though, then it was back to business.
“Your elbows too low. It needs to be level with the hilt of the sword,” she’d speak to him in such a gentle voice that his mind often wondered to his Mother and her tenderness. “Your grip needs to be loosened. It’s too tight”.
The more she spoke, the more Percy found himself soaking in her advice and actually listening to her. She made it easy to listen. Her voice was as soft as honey and as sweet as his blue gummy candy. She never raised her voice nor scolded him when he got something wrong. Her touch was so soft that Percy barely felt her fingertips brush the point of his elbow as she corrected his stance as needed. He flourished under her watch and it was noticeable.
“Your skills are improving,” Luke heaved, picking back up his sword as the young son of Poseidon managed to disarm him within minutes of them dueling. “Your lessons with (Y/N) are really paying off huh?”.
Pride swelled within Percy’s chest at Luke’s comment, a smile spreading across his lips. He was proud of the improvement he has made in such little time and the only person he could think to thank is you.
“If I’d know any better, I’d say she’s a better mentor than me,” the son of Hermes grinned, slight disgust and jealousy tugged at his stomach. He felt Percy slipping through his hands and he needed to act quick before he lost the demigod for good.
“Perhaps,” Percy smirked, happy with the result.
When it was time for his first quest, the young twelve-year-old found himself at the Nike cabin, asking for you when one of your siblings answered the door instead.
“What’s up, kelp boy?” (Y/N) croaked out, voice still laced with sleep. She rubbed her eyes as she leaned against the door frame of her Mothers cabin.
“Sorry to wake you,” Percy spoke, teeth tearing at the dried skin on his lower lip. “I just – I just wanted to ask you something”.
“Shoot,” she replied.
“Have you ever been on a quest?”.
“A handful, I’d say. Why? Are you nervous for yours?”.
The tone of which she spoke was so sweet and soft, Percy found himself already at ease, shouldering relaxing from their prior tense state.
“I won’t tell you not to be because that’s not very helpful. But I will tell you to be careful. Don’t get too over in your head or you and the others won’t end up back home. Just because you’re the son of Poseidon and got your first ever quest at the ripe age of twelve doesn’t mean you’re immune to what’s out there. Remember what you’ve learned throughout your stay here and hold steadfast, Jackson. You’ll be just fine”.
And he was. He was fine, at least for some parts of his quest. Percy often found himself thinking back on your words spoken that night. How you unknowingly repeated the same phrase his Mother told him before being taken by the minotaur. How you had unwavering faith in him and his, limited, abilities as a new and fresh demigod. The blond often found himself thinking about what you’d do in this kind of situation. Of how’d you approach the entire situation. Of how’d you hold your sword in your hands. Of what you’d say in the times he’d need it most. He found himself shaping and molding hisself to what you’d do. A perfect making of a protégé.
When he arrived back at camp, you were the first to pull him into your arms, nearly squeezing all the air out of his lungs as you did so.
“Welcome back, kelp boy,” you’d whisper, teary eyed and thankful to the Gods that twelve-year-old Percy Jackson was brought back safe and sound.
And he never left your side much after that.
He’d go wherever you’d go. He was your shadow and you were his sun.
And it stayed like that for years, even throughout all the losses and defeats and Luke and his growing Titan army. But, it came to a final halt during the Great War.
(Y/N) had been too busy aiding the wounded and fighting for her life to notice the glittering sword blade of her traitor half-sibling. It being too late as the weapon sunk it’s entirety into the back of Nike’s daughter.
A gasp had been the only thing to alert Percy and the others of her demise, the sound of ripping flesh and gushing blood being the next.
Poseidon’s son let out an angered scream, rushing towards the person he looked up to the most. He gathered her into his arms as she practically went limp in his hold, his pale hands coated in her blood as he tried to stop the seemingly never ending flow.
Percy’s cried pleas where the only thing that echoed throughout the now quiet night. He begged her not to go and that she was going to be okay because she had to. She had to or he didn’t know who else was going to make sure he remembered to eat breakfast or make sure his swordskills were always refined and perfect.
The horrible realization that she had been gone the minute her body hit the hard concrete had settled into Percy Jackson’s bones as he let out an anguished roar, holding the body of his sun close to his chest as his salty tears made streaks down her dirt covered face and droplet marks in her battered orange Camp Half-Blood shirt.
At the end of the war, Percy had made his way back to the body of someone he considered a familial figure. The sight of her Mother gently stroking the cheek of her slumped over body brought fresh tears to his eyes. He wasn’t able to bring himself to carry her body back to camp. He left it to the children of Apollo, making sure they treated it with the upmost care.
The days following her passing, Percy found himself in the Nike cabin most nights, sleeping on the floor next to (Y/N)‘s bed, for he was too afraid that the smell of you would disappear too quickly due to his presence on the sheets. He found himself finding you in a multitude of things and it always shattered his heart into pieces once more. Everything served as a reminder of you, even the actual sun, for he missed the warmth and comfort you brought wherever you went.
And with the sun gone, it’s shadow would forever search for it’s source of light, destined to never find what it so desperately craved.
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sanbond · 6 months
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We all appreciate sally for firing a shotgun and it's true she deserves the appreciation.
But we forget that Paul stabbed a monster in the gut... And killed her....
AND HE CAN'T SEE THROUGH THE MIST!!!!!!!!!
He deserves appreciation!!!!!!!!!
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padfoot-lupin77 · 2 months
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“Yeah glory is fine. Revenge is more fun” cut to s5 Clarisse dragging the dead drakon who killed her best friend because she chose pride over glory but in the end the only option was revenge
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azaleasdaylight · 2 years
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LOOK AT HIM. HE’S JUST A LITTLE BOY ABOUT TO LOSE HIS MOTHER TO THINGS HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND HE DIDNT WANT ANY OF THIS !!!
Crying rn
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amyhasbluescreen · 3 months
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liesmultixxx · 28 days
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i love how percy sees paul as his parent
this family means everything to me😭
(and i‘m so happy that sally found someone as amazing as paul! she deserves nothing but happiness!)
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no but the fact that one day we might get to SEE the character development and evolution of percy going from a reluctant heroic figure to completely embodying what it means to be THE leader of camp halfblood is something i await dearly because percy is soooo important amongst his fellow peers. the way he boosted their morale and never ever stopped thinking of them and their well-being is very personal to me. we often forget that annabeth wasn’t the only one percy left godhood for–it was also to bargain for a better life for the other demigods. percy really is their true leader.
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hyperfocuscentre · 7 months
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if i was a demigod, i would not be able to kill hellhounds if i met mrs o’leary because if she’s good then the rest have that same potential!! i’d get eaten alive trying to cuddle one.
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